A Bit of Dialogical Debate

“Coffee all the way.”

“No! It’s like the worst ever!”

“But it’s so smooth and rich.”

“No. Coffee is like so bitter. Tea is way more smooth.”

“Only if you add milk and sugar. Plain, it’s rather sharp.”

“That’s so not true. . . Well, it could like be sorta brisk. . . but that’s why you ad the milk and sugar.”

“With coffee you don’t have to add milk or sugar. So you don’t have any calories to worry about.”

“Calories, schmalories. Who cares if it tastes like dirt?!”

“Dirt?! And what would you call tea? Leaves stewed in water!”

“Oh yes, coffee is sooooo superior.”

“Well there’s no need for you to get sarcastic.”

“Well, you don’t need to act like you are so much more superior.”

“Fine. Drink your tea, but leave me alone about the coffee.”

“I didn’t start this in the first place. You made a fuss when I said I was going to have tea!”

“So, have your tea.”

“Fine. I think I will.”


Okay, I love both tea and coffee and actually both of those are arguments I use for either…. Hopefully you can feel the different change in speech. I’m not sure. I usually use the ‘he said, she said’ moments, but I kind of wanted to try going without that.  Enjoy.

Now let me drink my tea.


Saturday Inspires – Books, Ink, Coffee… Mostly In That Order

Books. Gotta have ’em. Ink. Love it; need it. Coffee. Well, as we all know, a must.

I think all of these things inspire this blog. Maybe because they are all what get me through the day. I can’t live without books. I have been debating a Kindle for a while now, and I have the opportunity to get one for a decent price due to sales and gift cards and what not, but honestly, I’m just not ready. Most of the books; in fact all of the books I read are real books. I hold them in my hand. I don’t want to have to purchase books I want to read for my kindle, when I can spent a quarter at my local library. I’d much rather support the library than anything else.  I’m just not read.

Ink. Well, as a writer, that is crucial.  There I was in the post office today and thankfully I had a pen at hand. I yanked an envelope out of the trash bin and started making a list poem from the bulletin board.  Someone recently just clued me in to how unique our bulletin boards are in my town. We have several of them and you can get anything from a cord of wood to kittens. Just check the boards.

Coffee.  Lord knows I can’t live without my coffee. Right now I have been seriously overindulging in the cafe. I think 7 cups is more than I really should be drinking. I mixed it up tonight with a cup of Gingerbread tea. (Celestial Seasonings) It was herbal, so that was a change. But I love my coffee. If I liked the local coffee shop more, I’d spend too much time there. Since I don’t, I don’t spend time there. Ha!

Here are images that I keep to inspire me all relating to books, ink, and coffee. There might be tea in here too, because, hey, as a writer, we drink a lot of tea as well.


Pumpkin Spice

Go figure, but this year I am so into Pumpkin Spice I’m probably going to wear down my family. I want to mix it in everything.  I’ve mixed it with plain hot tea and come up with an amazing spiced tea; I’ve put it in oatmeal with raisins for breakfast; I made pumpkin cookies that didn’t have pumpkin spice in them per say, but cinnamon was definitely in them…. I cannot get enough of this stuff.  See the cookies I made last night? Marvelous aren’t they?

Pumpkin Spice Cookies with Penuche Frosting

Pumpkin Spice Cookies with Penuche Frosting

Then there is this marvelous recipe from Joy the Baker that I feel I must try. Maple Spiced Almond Milk with a hint of Pumpkin.  I haven’t sat down and soaked my almonds for making into almond milk, but I do have the pumpkin out.  So I need to do that.

I want to smell the spice everywhere. I want it in everything. I want to sprinkle it on my toast with sugar. I want to eat it in pies and cakes and drinks.  There is something so delicious about the spices.  And I find it rather interesting that they say men absolutely adore the scent of these spices.  Want to catch a man? Bake a Pumpkin Pie…..  Or maybe just sprinkle on some of the spice cabinet….

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I Need A Drink – Flash Fiction
















“Gah, I need a drink!” the blonde said as she swept into her best friend’s house.

“I have the tea on,” her friend replied rolling her eyes at the dramatics on display.

“Tea, dahling won’t do me a bit of good. Got anything stronger?” the blonde said, slumping into the chintz covered chair.

The friend just laughed and picked up the two teacups on the table.  Pretty little things with violets and gilt edging.

“Tequila or vodka? Take your pick,” the friend said showing the words painted on the cups.

The friend got a good laugh as the blonde’s mouth dropped open. When she finally recovered she chose the tequila cup, since a good margarita was in her mind. The tea was bracing, and hey, with the right mental image, anything is possible.


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New Feature – Word of the Day

I’m am starting a new feature on Kate’s Bookshelf —- Word of the Day.  Basically it is just words I find fun to say,  ones that have great meanings, obscure words, and something I have either read or heard used that I think should be used.  So, enjoy, and if you collect words like I do, then feel free to ‘steal’ these from me.  I gladly hand them to you.

Today’s word.

Brisk   :  adjective \ˈbrisk\


  1. quick in manner or movement
  2. cool, dry and bracing
  3. pungent, keen, sharp

So, not like the tea… but tea can be brisk.  It is that bite that some teas have.  Usually for me, a brisk tea means bring on the milk and sugar.

And as for weather… Today was definitely brisk. In Northern CA, and by that I mean far north, none of you namby pamby SanFran Bayers, it was a very brisk, windy day.  A severe bite in the air with a definite need for coats.  The sky is blue, the air is clear and I’m glad I’m indoors.

So…. There we have our first word of the day.

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Flash Fiction : Kitchen Baking


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Late summer and early fall were the times of year she liked being in the kitchen during the mornings.  When the mornings were crisp and clear, the cool scent of dew mixed with decaying matter creating a synergy of perfect smells.  From the aging annuals flowering their last hurrah at the back door; to the pungent and musty smell of oak and cottonwood leaves, damp from fall rains.  The odors combined in a  symphony of flavors that tickled the nose.

She would bake in the morning, filling the kitchen with the warm spiciness of cinnamon and nutmeg, or the sharp  freshness of orange and lemon.  She would bake tender scones or fluffy blue-berry muffins, studded with crystalized ginger.  She would hum as she baked.  Popular songs she heard on the radio, or old classics her parents had taught her to appreciate.  Rock on morning, country the next.  It didn’t make a difference.  She just liked having music  in her head.

When she felt adventurous, she would put on her once concession to opera; Handel’s Trois Cantatas.  Sometimes she contemplated a few rap songs she had, but usually those were designated “AFTERNOON” and not to be played before that time.  There really was a time and a place for certain types of music.  Just like there was a time and a place for certain teas or specific books.  She wouldn’t have been caught dead drinking Earl Grey for breakfast, just like she wouldn’t be caught reading erotic fiction anywhere else other than her room after dark.

Usually while she baked she would have a pot of hot tea at the ready and she would sip cups of lukewarm tea when she finally got around to it.  It wasn’t that the tea grew cold in the pot, but more that she would forget she had poured herself a cup.  Sometimes she wondered if she liked having the tea at the ready more than she liked drinking it.

Just a bit of random flash fiction.  I was smelling the spicy scent of wood burning fires, and puttering in the kitchen today.  This came to mind.

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The Wisdom of a Cup of Good Earth Tea

Tea Quote

I collect weird things.  Okay, not all of them are weird.  Lots of people collect rocks.  Bolts and nuts, not so much, but that’s another story.  One thing I love to collect is the teabag papers from Good Earth Teas.  Why?

The quotes. 

There is a quote on every paper.

And here are some random ones that I pulled out of the pile that I have.

Don’t let it end like this.  Tell them I said something. ~ Pancho Villa, last words (1877-1923)

For much wood a  little fire suffices. ~ Wise Saying from the Orient

A witty saying proves nothing. ~ Voltiare (1694-1778)

All truths are easy to understand once they are discovered; the point is to discover them. ~ Galileo Galilei (1564-1642)

Always bear in mind that your resolution to succeed is more important than any one thing. ~ Abraham Lincoln (1808-1865)

When God made time, He made enough of it. ~ Celtic Saying

Anything too stupid to be said is sung. ~ Voltaire (1694-1778)

God has two dwellings: one in heaven, and the other in a meek and thankful heart. ~ Izaak Walton (1593-1683)

It is better to offer no excuse than a bad one. ~ George Washington (1732-1799)

When I was a boy I was told that anybody could become President.  Now I’m beginning to believe it. ~ Clarence Darrow (1857-1938)

In science the credit goes to the man who convinces the world, not the man to whom the idea first occurs. ~ Sire Francis Darwin (1848-1925)

Artists who seek perfection in everything are those who cannot attain it in anything. Eugene Delacroix (1798-1863)

Ignorance of certain subjects is a great part of wisdom. ~ Hugo De Groot (1583-1645)

Those are just a sampling of the ones I’ve collected over the past couple years.  I’m still not sure what I’m going to do with all the tags, but now my sister is indulging me and saving the tags from her teabags as well.  It’s fun to have that little bit of a quote in your head throughout the day.  A smidgen of awareness.

Signing off



Women and Tea

(Ramona Flowers from “Scott Pilgrim vs. the World”, stupid movie, but loved this clip)

Okay, this video proves that it isn’t just the girly girls and the British who like their tea.  I think it’s a woman thing.  I honestly do not know a woman around that doesn’t like tea.  We all love tea.  Oh sure, we may enjoy our coffee (yes I have a healthy addiction to coffee), but we bond over tea.

Why is that?

Honestly, I have no clue.  Maybe it’s something about the ritualistic dunking of the teabag, the stirring of the sugar and cream.  Maybe because usually you drink it from a pretty cup.  Though, from a good old-fashioned mug, it’s still good.  Why is it that it’s one of the main things offered to drink?

And really, yes, there are women who have that many teas.  I ought to know.  I am one of them.  I have, or in my case, we have, a cupboard, a whole drawer, shelves above the stairs, and part of the stairs, oh, and the laundry room where tea can be found.  I’ve tried just about every Celestial Seasonings tea there is, and if I could of the Stash ones, I’d be in heaven. 

I love tea.  I love black tea, green, white, pekoe, herbal, flavored, plain.  Tea is my friend.  Oh, and yes, there are that many teas and more, guys.  And trust me when I say a woman will probably have a healthy stash of them.

Now, just tell me, why is it a woman thing?

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Things I May Have Learned This Year

These may not make anyone laugh, but here are some things I’ve learned this year.

  1. I can never have too much of Ashland, OR.  It is one of the best towns ever!
  2. Bleaching your hair with hydrogen peroxide doesn’t always  work, and come Christmastime, yellow hair looks really crappy in the family photos.  Note to self, do not play hairdresser with medicine cabinet bottles.
  3. Tea does not dye the hair back.
  4. Query letters are a pain in the you- know- what.  And they take                                    F-O-R-E-V-E-R to write.
  5. There are some pop songs I will NEVER get out of my head, even though they drive me nuts most the time. Case in point.  Lady Gaga: Bad Romance (ugh on so many levels).  Katy Perry: California Gurls and possibly a few others.
  6. Always carry a notebook or paper to write on if you are a writer.  You never know when you will have an idea.  And do not lose those pieces, or you will go nuts for two weeks trying to find them!
  7. Jane Austen totally rocks!
  8. You can never have too many cups of tea  with friends.
  9. It is really hard to get back in the groove of yoga, jump rope, etc. once you have gotten sick.
  10.  Blogging on a regular basis is super hard to maintain!

Have a Happy New Year everyone!

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